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With chalk on the board, a stick in the sand
Paint on the wall, breath on the glass
A letter is being written, a long letter
It's written all life long, by wind and rain
By the twilight of rooftops, even if you sleep
A letter is being written, a long letter

They say words mean nothing
But the words themselves don’t cry
They don’t shine, don’t bring good luck
They’re just words
They don’t heal, don’t hurt on their own
But with our voices
Words change the world, the poles of words
Our words
Change the world, the poles
With our voices
Words become us
Words, words
And when we leave the stage
We’ll become the words of the universe
And flow in your veins
Words, words
In your hearts, we’re just words

Mysteries of worlds, the course of ships
Games of children, lives of people
A letter is being written, a long letter
By the world and war, by a sincere dream
By happiness and sorrow, by blood and water
A letter is being written, a long letter

They say words mean nothing
But the words themselves don’t cry
They don’t shine, don’t bring good luck
They’re just words
They don’t heal, don’t hurt on their own
But with our voices
Words change the world, the poles of words
Our words
Change the world, the poles
With our voices
Words become us
Words, words
And when we leave the stage
We’ll become the words of the universe
And flow in your veins
Words, words
In your hearts, we’re just words

We see the same stars
The same sun
We don’t see love
But we feel it with our hearts, our skin
Love doesn’t betray, doesn’t envy
Doesn’t punish and forgives everything
Rejoices in everything
Love always hopes
And never ends
If I’m doing
Only good deeds
Helping the sick
The poor and the homeless
But at the same time
Don’t feel love in my heart
Then what’s the point?
Good without love means nothing
If we build new cities
Open new planets
Unravel all the mysteries of nature
But there’s no love in our hearts
Then what’s the point?
Deeds without love mean nothing
If I learn to speak all the languages
That exist in the world
But there’s no love in my heart
Then what’s the point?
Do words mean anything without love?

They say words mean nothing
But the words themselves don’t cry
They don’t shine, don’t bring good luck
They’re just words
They don’t heal, don’t hurt on their own
But with our voices
Words change the world, the poles of words
Our words
Change the world, the poles
With our voices
Words become us
Words, words
And when we leave the stage
We’ll become the words of the universe
And flow in your veins
Words, words

In your hearts
We’re just words